It's true, y'know. He's never had those abilities like Clark or like Kon. Tim wouldn't know what to do with them, being able to pick up on signals that aren't meant to be known. He turns his body, hikes his not-there left leg over his right and considers running a hand through Jeff's hair.
He's only worried his fingers will snag. Or worried that they'll get sidetracked by the smallest touch because they just kinda do that sometimes and Tim can't keep straight whether or not it's part of the plan to keep getting so lost in the world that only belongs in their intimacy or like.
"Maybe," he admits.
He touches a hand to Jeff's hair because it's ungodly just how much of a mess it is. Even Tim thinks he fares better in that department, and that's saying a lot. It's a good thing to focus on and Tim braves the next prod, even if he does sound... petty. "But I was wondering how you met her."
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He's only worried his fingers will snag. Or worried that they'll get sidetracked by the smallest touch because they just kinda do that sometimes and Tim can't keep straight whether or not it's part of the plan to keep getting so lost in the world that only belongs in their intimacy or like.
"Maybe," he admits.
He touches a hand to Jeff's hair because it's ungodly just how much of a mess it is. Even Tim thinks he fares better in that department, and that's saying a lot. It's a good thing to focus on and Tim braves the next prod, even if he does sound... petty. "But I was wondering how you met her."